What a day.
You don’t interrupt someone in the middle of a doctor appointment–but it had been three hours. Text.
A few minutes later: Four plans. Complicated. Tell you when I get home.
And then didn’t show.
Are you in the hospital.
Didn’t answer.
I hoped that was because he was driving and on his way.
I was putting his cold late dinner in the fridge and was about to call a friend to give her a heads-up that I might need to beg a ride to the hospital when the door opened and there he was. And yes a hospital is one of the plans–but not today and, turns out, not that one. Sitting around waiting for the first one to say no, they’re in a billing dispute with your provider’s corporate overlord is how everyone wanted to spend their time today. The second one said no problem, you’re in.
But at last we know what comes next. We can do this.